Gemotions

The hum of the server room was a constant reminder of the digital world he’d been exiled from. The IT department, his previous home, felt distant now. This new position, in data entry, was designed to humiliate him. Michael’s jaw clenched.

He took his seat, the air in the room heavy, the silence broken only by the click of keys and the whirring of the hard drives. The files were on his screen, rows of data. The potential for disruption, the possibilities for chaos, were all too apparent.

He started small, a few carefully placed errors, a misplaced decimal, a name misspelled. He watched as they struggled to correct the mistakes, the frustration growing. His smile grew slowly.